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Tuesday, February 28, 2012

My Daughter is 14 years old today and yesterday instead of sending her to school....I let her stay home. I know Bad Mommy, but there's a reason.

On Sunday we celebrated with family. Later that night she came to me a bit upset. She said she felt as if she was kind of invisible that day.

Her cousin and my son played ninjas or special ops or whatever boys like to play....and well 14 year old girls just don't.

All the adults were in the Kitchen hanging out and talking and she felt......left out.

It was her birthday and she felt left out.

I felt horrible. My Husband felt horrible. It was wrong.

So I told her. "You and Daddy and I are going to take the day off tomorrow. It'll be just us three."

I called the school to let them know that she would not be in yesterday.We took our baby girl out to eat for lunch at the restaurant of her choice.

We didn't talk about school or grades. We talked about everything and anything else. We laughed and joked around.

Later we took a walk. We went to the mall and she got to do something that she has wanted to do for quite a long time now....she got her ears pierced.

As she walked down the stairs this morning she was a absolutely beautiful....radiant even.

For a long while I have been feeling those familiar "Mother of a Teenager pangs" you know the ones where you feel that the more you want to hold on the more they want to escape and be free? It's normal.

I have accepted the fact that She is getting older and craves more freedom. My job with my Husband is to hold on tight, but with full knowledge that our grasp is weakening. The pull is too strong and as much as we dislike it...she getting older and growing up. Eventually we will have to let go, but not now not yet. This time she didn't pull away. she wanted to be with us and we were there.

Yesterday we made our Daughter very happy. She had fun being with us and we were thrilled to hang out with her.

She is a great kid. A caring, intelligent beautiful young lady. And I thank God everyday.

Many would say it was irresponsible and wrong not to send her to school. They might say that the day with her could have been planned for another day.....but you know what?...it couldn't.

Sometimes things like this just can't wait. I say she is a great student and missing one day won't make a huge difference in her grades but it made a huge difference to her and I wouldn't trade those hours yesterday with her for all the money in the world.Her smile and hug this morning was all the proof I needed. source

Monday, February 27, 2012

I'm not happy with my weight. I used to be quite skinny. In fact when I got married I weighed 128 pounds, and I am 5'7 1/2" tall. They say when you are happily in love and settled that you gain weight. I thought...gain weight because you're happy? ...not me.

Well folks I must have been deliriously joyful because here I am almost 17 years later and 40+ pounds overweight ( when I write "plus" I mean add another 10 more pounds)

What the heck happened? When I had my little girl I lost the weight and then some.

When I had my Son that's when the fat stuck to me like glue. It hugged me and kept me comfy and warm. It told me that I deserved to have ding dongs and that chips were so thin they couldn't possibly be that bad.

As I gained...My brain told me "you are still skinny"

When I couldn't fit into my old size; my brain said "Those European sizes run really small"

Clothes no longer feel comfortable. Now look, I am NOT one of those women that wear spandex or clothes that are two sizes too small. What I do wear never ever feel comfortable. jeans roll down to expose muffin tops.

Belly at times make me look pregers.

And whats the deal with the flappy arms? notice I wrote flappy NOT flabby....because I have recently noticed some kind of flapping action there. Waving Good bye has now become a controlled motion curtailing the inevitable flapping back and forth of arm flab. In others words...I try to not wave too hard for fear of creating a breeze with said arm flabbidge.

There's more jiggle than a bowl of jello in an earthquake.

This has got to stop people.

I am so tired of feeling this way... and I am so tired of complaining. I'm the cause of all this.

I'm tired of feeling tired.

So I am making a list of things that I want and things that I don't want

1. I don't want to dread getting in a bathing suit

2. I want a flatter tummy so that people don't mistake me for a pregnant womansource

3. I don't want to have to wear one of these every time I want to wear a dress source

Friday, February 24, 2012

Welcome to Artsy Fartsy Friday! If you are new to this blog or just popping in....Every Friday I post some kind of art. I love art, and I love to watch the creative process. This week is no different....Remember when your Mom would tell you not to play with your food?

Well this week's artist Carl Warner has completely disregarded that reprimand and has made a living out of playing with his food ...or rather making art with it. His art is truly amazing and I'll bet you'll never look at broccoli the same way again!

More Carl Warner

Look closely and you will start to see the different foods and vegetables

Amazing right?

I hope you all have a Weekend filled with God's Blessings! Blessings, Joanne

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Hiya, My Name is Max, and since Da Mama is a bit busy I decided to come to the rescue and take over the blog for today. Hmmmm what to write about what to write ab.....................Is that a squirrel?!!! False alarm

Anyway, as I was saying...I have decided to take time from my busy schedule to help Da Mama with her post today. and believe you me Da mama is very grateful that I could make time for this...what with me being so busy and all

Hey who posted that picture? Come on show them what I really do all day.

Hilarious Da Mom; Just don't be surprised if one of your slippers goes missing!

Here are a couple of videos that I found that I thought were just adorable and guaranteed to make you smile. The first one is titled Lyze- The Happiest Owlet. She definitely makes those other owls jealous!

The next one is soooooooooo funny. I don't know how the creator of this video did it but this is priceless. It's calledUltimate Dog Tease

Well That's it for now, I hope you all liked the post today. Excuse me I gotta get back to work.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

In 1976 I was a barely a teen. I was living In New York City and everywhere people had Bicentennial Fever. I remember watching the fireworks on the Fourth of July from a crowded spot overlooking the East River. I remember everything about that day, even what I was wearing on my feet....Jellies. You remember Jellies don't you? They were those plastic sandals that came in all different colors. I wonder what in the world was their appeal? I guess it could have been the price. I think I paid at most ten dollars for them. There is nothing like the feeling of hot sweaty feet encased in plastic ...UGH, but I loved my Jelly sandals.

By the way, one way that I avoid blisters is to spread a bit of petroleum jelly on area that I feel will rub against shoe. The thin layer of vaseline will prevent the rubbing and hopefully prevent blisters too!

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Lena over at Coffee Cat tagged me. Thanks Lena. I have to apologize to everyone else who have tagged me or given me awards. There is no excuse why I never got around to displaying them. I am the biggest procrastinator and then I would forget who gave me what! I promise that I will try to do better and I am starting with Lena.

Rules

You must post the rules

Post 11 fun facts about yourself

Answer the 11 questions that the tagger posted for you & then create 11 questions to ask the people you've tagged

Tag 11 people and link them in your post

Let them know you have tagged them.

Now, since I like to bend rules You don't have to follow the rules here to a T. If you want to answer just some of the questions or pick less people to tag thats ok...and if you decide not to do this at all well that ok too!

11 things about me

1.Once on New year's eve My friends and I were interviewed by Chauncey Howell (news reporter)

I turn off the stove and realize I am late...gotta go, but before I do I gulp down a bit of coffee and have a couple of slices of toasted bread and butter....not what I intended, but when life pelts you with lemons...make lemon chiffon pie
....I know, I know that's not how the saying goes, but I'm still hungry!

Friday, February 17, 2012

I think its the gloomy weather that has me feeling a bit blah this week. So if you have had a week that has left you feeling ...Blah... I hope this leaves you with a bit of magic to enjoy an awesome weekend. Today's featured Artist is Su Blackwell. She creates art from old books! She cuts out images from old books to create three-dimensional diorama's, and displays them inside wooden boxes. The effect is ethereal.

Doesn't this leave you feeling like you were touch with a bit of magic?

I hope you all have an awesome weekend filled with wonderful surprises!

I lived in New york, the melting pot of the world. Near our apartment was a little fabric store that sold Indian fabrics and designs. Every time we would walk down that street I would make my Mom stop so we could look at the beautiful fabrics and pictures of Saris in the window.

"Mom look it's so pretty!" I would excitedly point to my favorite dress. " Can I get one?"

"No, Joanne. You can't wear that."

"Please Mom, can I please get one?"

"No, Joanne You can't." Mom would say.

"But whyyyyyyyyy?" I would whine.

"Well, for one they must be very expensive and two...You're not from India!"

On and on I would plead. I thought the Sari was one of the most beautiful dresses I had ever seen. I loved the way it draped over the shoulder and seemed to make the wearer appear regal.At home I would wrap my newly laundered flowered bed sheet around me and try to drape it like the women I saw wearing Saris. I looked like I was going to a Frat Toga party.

Even now whenever I see someone in a beautiful Sari I just turn into that little girl looking through the window of the fabric shop.

A few months ago I noticed a family in church whose Mom was wear a gorgeous Sari. I wanted to go up to her and tell her how pretty I thought it was but I decided she would probably think me a sort of "Sari stalker".